Van Morrison - Madame George lyrics
[Van Morrison - Madame George lyrics]
Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet
Perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the
Street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books
You glance into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker and your
Knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, Lord
Have mercy I think that it's the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
And as you leave
The room is filled with music
Laughing, music, dancing
Music all around the room
And all the little boys come around
Walking away from it all
So cold, and as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love
You forgot your gloves
And the loves to love to love the love
To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye in the wind and the
Rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the back street
In the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye say goodbye goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
The love's to love, the love's to love
The love's to love say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
This is the train, this is the train
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George
Marching with the soldier boy behind
He's much older now with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet
Perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar
And outside they're making all the stops
The kids out in the
Street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George
That's when you fall
Whoa, that's when you fall
Yeah, that's when you fall
When you fall into a trance
Sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books
You glance into the eyes of Madame George
And you think you found the bag
You're getting weaker and your
Knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George
And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, Lord
Have mercy I think that it's the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below
And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
And as you leave
The room is filled with music
Laughing, music, dancing
Music all around the room
And all the little boys come around
Walking away from it all
So cold, and as you're about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love
You forgot your gloves
And the loves to love to love the love
To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George
Say goodbye in the wind and the
Rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George
In the backstreet, in the back street
In the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye
Your eye
Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye say goodbye goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
The love's to love, the love's to love
The love's to love say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
This is the train, this is the train
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train